Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Thursday, October 25, 2012

October 25: Love

I have never torn off my clothes
Or run naked through the mountains,
But I have followed you, love.
Only two continents left to explore –
Africa and China, and a subcontinent, 
if we choose India. 
In four decades,
never has one of us said,
 “What if we went to . . . “
without the other saying, “Where are
the suitcases?”
I would rather go together
than alone.

Rumi once said, “Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, 
running through the mountains.” This quote is part of today’s prompt from Octpowrimo 
(a poem a day in October), to write of love. Read what others have written HERE.  

We leave on Sunday morning, just ahead of a snow storm, for a month-long trip to 
Africa. I will still write my poem a day, but you’ll have to check in at the end of 
November to catch up. Thank you for reading – and writing!


  1. Beth, enjoy! How exciting! Lovely prose today. Thanks for sharing n

  2. Enjoy your trip, Beth. Once again, thanks for this month's poetry; I've enjoyed each and every one.